Summary: Logan finds Rory in a library near his home; she has a child with her. Will he take the chance; is the child hers or possibly his? [Logan and Rory]

Disclaimer: As always just my idea of what could have happened.

It Started With Hello

Chapter 7 – Hello New Beginnings

As expected H.A. had been a hit and her next show from the Seattle Science-Fiction Convention was watched by millions. Her February show would take place just before her wedding and would feature the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC. Then she and Logan would have their wedding a two week honeymoon and then off to Oregon to get lost in Powell's City of Books, Logan joked he may lose her to her first love there. The show had generated requests from all over America for Rory to visit, and it seemed a sure bet that this could become a weekly show easily. The bids for sponsorship and syndication were becoming even more aggressive and the HPG stock was on the rise, a star was born L.L. Hayden was a hot ticket and everyone wanted in on it.

The wedding had been planned by the grandmothers, Lorelai and Rory it was elegant but not overdone and Rory had stated time and again she would prefer donations were made to several charities than gifts be provided. She knew that gifts would still be given and donations made in some cases a gift giver may do both, but she was adamant that she and Logan were more than provided for it was only right to give back. It was this genuine generous nature that shined through on her show and in her writing it was this kind, thoughtful woman that America adored and followed with glee. She loved getting fan mail from girls all over and tried to answer as many as she could, eventually she hired a staff, as many do, to reply to the excited fans.

While she was in North Carolina an old acquaintance had asked to meet with her and she had readily agreed. As an afterthought she made sure Logan knew he was just someone she once knew at Chilton and had often wondered about his fate.

She was sitting in the agreed upon café when he approached and sat across from her. She was reading and hadn't even noticed his approach. She reached for her coffee and he moved it just beyond her reach and she looked up. Then she jumped from her chair and went around hugging him and kissing his cheek.

"Tristan Dugrey, I can't believe it's you. Look at you, you look like a grown up." She beamed at him holding both of his hands and swinging them side to side.

"Well Mary, it was bound to happen sometime. You look quite grown up yourself and here you are America's sweetheart." He replied and they sat down and signaled the waitress for their order.

"Well, you know what I do, what about you?" She began taking a sip of her coffee.

"I work with Veterans Services as a lawyer and volunteer with the "Wounded Warrior' project. That's kind of why I reached out to you; I was hoping you might do a show on the project and Veteran's in general? Did you know they make up a large population of homeless? its disgraceful how these men and women have trouble finding jobs, gaining loans and are generally treated as second class citizens." He looked at her shocked face and continued, "There are programs but they are hard to find, we need to be able to reach out to them and were hoping you could help."

"That is amazing Tris, I don't know what I can do, but I will help as much as I can. I can even have Emily sponsor a fundraiser for the 'Wounded Warriors Project' if you think it would help. The DAR does amazing things with care packages for our boys in service I am sure they would want to help those who made it home." She reached across and patted his hand.

"I knew I could count on you Mar, you are still the sweetest socialite the Eastern Seaboard will ever know. How is ole' Huntz treating you, cause one misstep and I am on it." He teasingly threatened his old friend.

"Actually he was sorry he couldn't make it but wanted me to make you promise to be at the wedding, I would hate it if of the 1,100 or so guests invited a few faces weren't actually friends." She smiled at him sweetly and gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

"Alright already stop with the look, I'll come and as I recall the invitation included my wife and any children? That is very strange for a Hartford wedding we won't miss it. I know you and Sarah will get along and my twin terrors will be on their best behavior." He assured.

"Twins, really, boys or girls? Do you have pictures?" She clapped her hands giddily and bounced in her chair.

"I got lucky, one of each, they still have that twin thing though where they speak their own language it's kind of strange but I love them to bits. They are 18 months old and of course I have pictures what kind of father doesn't carry pictures?" He set up his phone and handed it to her.

"Oh, they are beautiful", she cooed, "and your wife is stunning, look at those chocolate brown eyes. You have a beautiful family, congratulations. You make me want to be a mommy and I'm not even a wife yet." She handed back his phone.

"How did you become involved with the 'Wounded Warriors'? " She inquired after their food had been delivered and she had completed a bite.

"I am one", he said and raised his pant leg to show her the prosthetic.

She looked at him surprised, "Oh Tris, I am so sorry I didn't know. Please forgive me if I am out of line."

"Mary, it's OK, I am OK, I have a hefty trust fund that made me OK, I volunteer because they don't. Too many of our men and women aren't getting the care they deserve and need. I am just happy you are willing to lend your voice to the cause it will make a difference. Offering up your grandmother is a nice touch too, I remember your 16th birthday that woman know how to command an audience." He chuckled.

They finished their meal on lighter subjects and promises to stay in touch. She gave him a hug goodbye and set out for the hotel. She would fly home in the morning after a sunrise shoot, it would be beautiful but she wasn't looking forward to the 4 am wake up call.

She stood in front of the three way mirror, hair and makeup perfectly done a tiara atop her head, her dress reminiscent of Princess Grace of Monaco; it was a stunning work in lace and satin. Her bridesmaids all wore Yale blue and silver slippers, the rose bouquets were a thing of beauty. She looked at Rory Gilmore for the last time, the next time she looked in a mirror she would be Rory Huntzberger, she would remain L.L. Hayden to the public, but she would be his Mrs. Her mother's voice broke her from her reverie.

"Ah, sweets you look beautiful." She cooed and gazed adoringly.

Her mother was a portrait in lavender it made her eyes glow. She was happy she had chosen the lavender for the mothers and a deep purple for the grandmothers, it made a striking contrast. Her grandmothers came and gave their approval as well, the photographer took photos discretely. In all there were eight photographers and three videographers, this would be a well-documented event. She was informed her father was at the door, it was time, time to leave Rory Gilmore behind and become Rory Huntzberger. She watched as the women filed out, first the grandmothers, then the mothers and her bridesmaids, it was finally her turn. She would take her father's arm and give herself in marriage to the only man she ever loved. She felt her heart in her throat it was pounding so hard and she was beyond happy. Her smile was wide and her eyes glowed, and the moment she saw him at the end of the aisle she could breathe again. Her father was speaking comforting and wise words she was sure but all she could think of was there he is the man I love, I lost him for a time, but he is back and soon we will be bound together in love and light forever. She found herself standing before him and handed her bouquet to Lane so they could clasp hands. The ceremony was traditional and when asked each said I do in turn. He places the matching band on her hand and she places a band on his, they kissed and it was done. They were married. She had her prince, a job she loved and a life that was enviable. She had found what few people do, happily ever after.

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